Run you ragged and leave you on the floor coming down from a gnarly cocktail of drugs and debauchery. The onlookers grin because they have undoubtedly been there before, possibly even yesterday, and there’s no distinction between the week or weekend, between opening and closing. Actually, there’s no distinction for closing times because bars andContinue reading “Stamp Collector”
Category Archives: Short Stories
This is ART!
Are you going to that thing? Nah, probably not. Are you going to this? Maybe. Are you going to this person’s event? We’ll see. I feel like the majority of conversations with friends are always maybes and sometimes, of howevers and we’ll sees. Multiple exclamation points and emojis followed by sterile conversations and periodic assertions.Continue reading “This is ART!”
Post-Punk T-Mec
Madeline’s coffeehouse was wrecked. Just like the community center had been, only this was much worse because we knew Steve, Mike, Joe, okay whatever his name was, well we used to know him. But he knew us and, he had no idea what we are going to do. We were bored. We were pissed. AndContinue reading “Post-Punk T-Mec”
Berkeley Burning
Squatters, low-lives, fucking millennial generation. The whole place had gone up in flames. Hellfire paradise burned back up to the heavens. The entire warehouse was a sparking pyrotechnic nightmare. Daisy chained extension cords connected together weaving in and out of crumbling rooms. One room a mausoleum of discarded luggage piled high on both sides, theContinue reading “Berkeley Burning”
The Woman in the Wall
There was a strange woman who lived in our walls. She was gloomy and dreary and not very tall. When I told my mother about the woman in the wall, she gasped and shrieked because there was no woman at all.
The Frog and the Banshee
Spilled engineered energy drinks evaporated on the ground as the citric fumes caused purple cataracts of chemical intoxication. The mouths of the crowd unhinged viperous as a cacophony of cheers swirled above their heads accumulating into a foreboding fog. The billowed haze consumed the energy of the crowd as it formed its own teeth andContinue reading “The Frog and the Banshee”
Ich bin nicht Türkisch
Hallo, sind sie Türkisch? Ich bin nicht Türkisch. Naja? Aber woher kommen sie? Nicht Türkei? [Where do I come from?] Nein. Ich bin nicht Türkisch. Ich bin eine Amerikanerin. “Nie, das ist unmöglich. Woher kommen sie? Ihren Familienstadt?” [Family city? Well most of my mom’s family’s from Cleveland, and my father lives in San Diego.Continue reading “Ich bin nicht Türkisch”
If the BVG was an RPG
Okay, finally settled, got my apartment, I’m gunna start exploring the city, looks like I have to select a character okay Select character You have selected — U8 Perfect, now that I’ve selected a character, let’s start exploring the- U8 has engaged in a fight Wha- oh godamnit! *Battle Music Initiated* U8 versus Hausverwaltung Use>Magic>Reveler/DrunkardContinue reading “If the BVG was an RPG”
I am not Late
I was late today because I was on the phone with my sister planning a two week trip around Europe. We haven’t seen each other in four months. Way too long considering we lived an hour away from each other, more like ten states, or two vodka shots, or one broken jeep and a trenchContinue reading “I am not Late”
Who are the People that would Believe Me?
Who are the people that tell you yes? Who are the people that tell you no? Who are the people that tell you to be? Who are the people that tell you to be anything but? Who are the people that make you? Break you? Throw you? Lift you? Who are the people that areContinue reading “Who are the People that would Believe Me?”
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